Poetry is the dripping of words from a touched soul that has something to say!
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Sunday, January 30, 2011

I was being sculpted

I am a product of my upbringingThe forestsWe deforestedThe barren landThe river we swam,And from the water we drankThe soccer fields,The red soil and dust mixThe holiday crowd,The songsThe loneliness and the solaceThe perceptionOf the western lifeThe glamour and the lightsThe wealth we never hadThe luxury cars, houses and looksEven the scent, we couldn’t relateOnly by brand nameGrowing upIn moments of happiness and sadIn the sand of my landI was being sculptedMy inner being, my soul was crafted!